Changing Room, Rue 21, Oakland:

Teenage Daughter: This one doesn’t fit; get me another size.
[She drapes a shirt over door stall]
Mother: In this color?
Teenage Daughter: Did I say I wanted another color?
[Mother leaves and returns with another shirt. Daughter tries it on]
Teenage Daughter: This color is ridiculous!
Mother: I like it.
Teenage Daughter: As if I’m not pale enough from the winter, this makes me look worse! Get me another color!
Mother: Which color?
Teenage Daughter: A COLOR THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME LOOK PALE!
[Mother leaves and returns with another color shirt.]
Teenage Daughter: What am I going to wear under this?
Mother: A tank top would look nice.
Teenage Daughter: No. Listen to what I’m saying: WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR UNDER THIS?!
[Mother looks uncertain.]
Teenage Daughter: What is your problem? Are you retarded?!
[She pauses then walks out of the dressing room]
Teenage Daughter: I can’t do this right now.

— Submitted by Tia